Losing Sight

You bring out the worst in me, I knew it from the start. Careless slips of the tongue, as if you had no heart. I’m walking down a path, I’ve already hiked previously. Swearing time and time again, I’d never lose sight of me. Yet here I am, once again, with fears and emotions amok. Reverting back to same old me, mentally drained and out of luck. Does a past-time of abuse, condone my ignorance? How can I say I’m healed, when all I feel is this? So, the healing process died, along with my dreams today. I lost again, the marathon of hope, now all I can do is pray.